A Painting at the Gallery Looked Exactly Like My Daughter – But When I Met the Artist, I Couldn’t Believe My Eyes

invitation in my hand.

“Yes,” she said. “I do.”

Elaine turned colder.

“You are not speaking tonight.”

Nova looked at me.

Then at Patrick.

Her hands shook, but her chin lifted.

“Yes, I am.”

We walked back into the gallery as Andrea stepped to the front.

“Our next artist is Nova,” she said carefully.

Nova stood beside the painting.

Elaine remained near the wall,continue reading …